As I remember it, it must have been 90 degrees without an ounce of humidity. A bunch of my friends and I were loading my car for a day at the beach. Man, there was nothing like a day at the beach, growing up in Southern California. As we were packing the last items into the car, Rachel suddenly felt it necessary to divulge to us that the third toe on her foot was longer than the others. At which teasingly, I responded “ewww that’s so weird!” In a moment of defensiveness, she blurted out “what?? It’s only on one foot!”
True story.
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